my only brushes with fame were at restaurants i worked at (and priscilla presley in 1991). i hostessed at a few fine dining places, one being a tapas restaurant. one evening we were really busy and i had a long line of folks to put on the waiting list. at the end of this line was a big japanese guy and his wife. as they approached they were ready to tell me their name and i said "matsui?" as in hideki matsui of the ny yankees and they looked shocked that i recognized him, and in fact i was the only person the entire night to do so (other than when i ran to my managers and was like OMG hideki matsui is here!). he and his wife were really nice. after an hour wait he asked me to carry their sangria to the table (also the worst table in the entire place... a deuce right next to the kitchen door) and thanked me as they were leaving. he is my favorite baseballer so i was pretty effin amped... so amped that i almost bowed to them until halfway into the bow i realized how retarded it was.

that curly haired annoying girl from real world seattle also came in fairly regularly as well as matt geiger from the heat, hornets and 76ers who is basically a giant (his head almost touched the ceiling).

oh, also met anthony bourdain while working at a restaurant. he was kind of a dick at first but then turned out to be a very nice guy.

Once when I lived by UIC with a bunch of college students, and one of my roommates called home to inform us that J. Geils had just entered the Michigan Ave. boutique where she worked.

I answered the phone and when she told me this, I asked, "Who?"

She said, "J. Geils, from the J. Geils Band!"

I asked, "Are you sure?"

She was all excited, "Yes! It's him! J. Geils!"

I asked, "How do you know? I mean, how do you know what he even looks like?"

She said, "Believe me, it's him. I heard somebody else talking about it, and it's really him! Let me speak to Marcy!" (another roommate)

I said "Marcy's not here. Besides, who the fuck cares? I mean J. Geils? Come on, Nora."

Nora hung up after that. I couldn't believe she called home to tell us that, as if we really cared. What a ditz.

Colonel Panic wrote: We hung out at Mike & Carol's place all the time.

Ever catch Marcia coming outta the shower?

Haha no, but that was another big joke regarding their marriage. Their names were Mike and Carol, yet they had no kids.

I remember Mike joking that "Naw, we killed and ate them all. We were real hungry."

We all used to do a lot of acid, if that makes any of this easier to understand.

When I was working audio tech at some business convention in Anaheim fifteen or more years ago, I totally hung out with Pat Butram.

Mr. Haney? From Green Acres?

That Pat Butram.

Not only did we hang out, we talked shop. The guy who produced Green Acres and Petticoat Junction, the late Guy Scarpitta, had been married to my grand-aunt. You bet that opening conversational gambit got me in the door with the man.

Just imagine: a giant of hillbilly-slur comedy chewing the rag with a distant relative by marriage of the Norman Lear of hillbilly-slur comedy. For that six to eight minutes, it wasn't so much a service corridor at the Anaheim convention center as an Algonquin Round Table.

I don't want to talk out of school, so I can't tell you everything we covered.

But I will say...Sam Drucker? Total cock.

-r

Colonel Panic wrote:

Mark Hansen wrote:

Colonel Panic wrote:That house burned down. So sad.

Really?? Fuck. It was a beautiful house too.

Yeah, Mike put a *lot* of work into that place. And she had a hell of a lot of cool stuff in there. Remember the stuffed 2-headed calf mounted over the kitchen table? The taxidermied cats and all the little woodland critters? All that stuff is now gone.

I last saw Carol about 6 months ago. She informed me the house burned down. I seem to remember she said it happened a couple years ago now. I imagine the burning fur smell must have been horrible.

Did you ever go to any of Mike & Carol's anniversary bashes? They were married on April 1st and they'd have a huge party every year to celebrate. Come to think of it, I first met Gigi LaFrance at their place.

I know I went to a few parties there. April 1st sounds very familiar. I'm sure I went to at least one of those.

I went to a couple birthday parties she had there for Scary Lady Sarah as well.

Their anniversary parties were usually costume parties. People would commonly dress up in silly getups, almost like a Halloween party.

Mike & Carol Quayle divorced sometime in the late '80s, maybe 1990. Mike was a long-haired, hippie biker guy with a really silly sense of humor. I wonder what ever happened to him. Great guy, that Mike Quayle.

And yeah, their surname of Quayle was yet another big source of jokes.

I met King Diamond at Ozzfest 97. We talked about how cool it would be if a tornado would come and wipe out everyone in the lawn section of the festival.

bomberz1qr20 wrote:I met King Diamond at Ozzfest 97. We talked about how cool it would be if a tornado would come and wipe out everyone in the lawn section of the festival.

Awesome.

I imagine King Diamond being very, very tall.

When I was DJing at WBGU a few summers back, I went to a Billy Dee Williams book signing and got him to do a drop. The security guy (one of many) looked at me funny and ushered me over to Mr. Williams telling him I was local press. I got very nervous but managed to stammer out my request for him to just read the frequency and the call letters into my little hand-held cassette recorder, thus creating a confused looking Lando Calrissian. He went through with it anyway and I gave him the station's bumper sticker. This confused him even more and I said, "Oh, no, you can put that on your car."
I was half way to my car before I realized how dumb that sounded.